"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Friday, February 25, 2011

Basketball.

Every fiber,
bone,
and tendon
pull
relax
spring again.
Sweat beads,
ball leaps
through the hoop.
2 pointer.
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4 comments:

  1. Brother OllieFebruary 25, 2011 at 6:04 AM

    Nice shot JB.

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  2. UnknownFebruary 25, 2011 at 8:28 AM

    As a poet and huge college basketball fan, I appreciate this piece on every level. Well done!

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  3. Human ParadoxFebruary 25, 2011 at 8:26 PM

    Barkley for threeeeeeee! A great game JB. Old Olie used to burn the court up back in the day.

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  4. The Square CornerFebruary 28, 2011 at 6:29 PM

    Short and sweet. The kind of poems I really like. Good job. Congrats on that letter of acceptance. You deserve it.

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